This book concerns itself with music as music. It is assumed that, if anyone really loves this art, he is willing and glad to do serious work to quicken his sense of hearing, to broaden his imagination, and to strengthen his memory so that he may become intelligent in appreciation rather than merely absorbed in honeyed sounds.
Mary Hughes had walked the entire length of the long dock at Anchorage,Alaska. Now, having rounded a great pile of merchandise, tents, tractors,groceries, hammers, axes, and boxes of chocolate bars she came quitesuddenly upon the oddest little man she had ever seen. Even for a girl inher late teens, Mary was short and slender. This man was no larger thanshe."A Japanese," she thought as her surprised eyes took in his tight-fittingblack suit, his stiff collar and bright tie. "But no, a Jap wouldn't looklike that." She was puzzled and curious. At that particular moment, shehad nothing to do but indulge her curiosity.Together with hundreds of other "home-seekers"--she smiled as she thoughtof herself as a home-seeker--she had been dumped into the bleak Arcticmorning. Some of the goods that were being hoisted by a long steel cranefrom the depths of a ship, belonged to Mary, to Mark her brother, and toFlorence Huyler her cousin. There was, for the time, nothing they coulddo about that. So--